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letra de miscarried - jakprogresso

intro:

yeah, yeah, f-ck outta here, yeah, i’ll smoke you all, lake house, hahahaha, pieces of sh-t, man, we all scum, ayo, progresso esquire, native, j23, blak church, we’re gonna do this sh-t, yo, yeah, yo

verse:

yo, as earth wrap, no rubber, god’s infected
a fullborn (what), plus locker-headed (yeah)
tongue polyps, blotter bedded
awkward, not worth mentioned (not worth mentioned, come on, man)
i’ll k!ll a prostitute then hawk her pendant (what the f-ck)
merch from corsican buyers, i’m off with it
i swеar i’m off these kids, like orphanagе fires
rejuvenatin’ blood on horrorcore’s plot
stalkin’ you flatlinin’ fans, still howlin’ “warlock”
dumpin’ gore thots, and keepin’ the door knots
can’t see me (what?), i’ll be mainlinin’ chlorox (yeah)
handsome, duckin’ into the cop car, handcuffed
plus i got no structure, it’s all tantrums (yeah)
ketacid and wool rock (word), i’m not weird
you cats are square, like dead kittens, in a shoe box
volcano guide, sh-t i’m touchin’ is lava
with the white girl f-cked up ’cause i’m in love with the fonda
percocet crushed up in a fanta
my fetty sh-t (nah), chloroform and trap queens like fetty did
i write my last flow then go out like freddie grinch (come on, man, you’re wack)
– one evening, there was a terrible storm, it was thunder, lightning, and the rain poured down in torrents, indeed it was a (?) from might, in the middle of the storm, somebody knocked at the town building, the old king himself went to open it, he was in a terrible state from the rain and the storm…
verse 2:

f-ck gettin’ these last, roxys off, i’mma pop these old (yeah)
dope bars still cracked lookin’ like chapped broccoli chalk (ayo!)
sun hat by the bachi courts
ungodly, sniffin’ spirit cooked, body salts
went through a zombie torch
flow hardbody, hillary clinton
baby blood, hibachi sauce
brain of a cat, salt from the bath
eyes of a new, ambidextrous bipolar
too diagnosed spittin’, styles in tubes
i split, any style in two
i’m vile (yeah), sick, from a virus with suits
i collect old heads like i’m paki
geotrack me, i be on my b-tch smokin’, droppets and hashish
out in skorpios like, aristotle and jacqueline
idiot, savant, avant-garde, i’m not a latch-key
cigarette from the morgue, form holy smoke
it’s braggadocio, restral romeo
picked out two teens, from holio?
once i dipped the rollie-o, i turn cornholio

- jakprogresso

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